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cA Collection of Short Gems 
 
 for 
 
 ^membering 
 
 ^^oAnniyersary ^ays" 
 
 and 
 
 helping with "thoughtful little things" 
 
 to enrich the home-life 
 
 for 
 
 greater happiness and 
 
 higher thought 
 
 Jrom tbt 'Pen of 
 
 John T. Short 
 
 TuhlisheJ by 
 
 Fatter & Short, Inc. 
 
 San Franciico, Calif. 
 
 1922 
 

 Copyrighted 19ZZ 
 
 by 
 
 John T. Short 
 
 ©CI.A677I81 
 
 vlUin2'22 
 
This 'Book 
 is 
 
 '^Dedicated to cMy Lovint^ Wife 
 
 through whose Love 
 
 for the 
 
 Home Life and T>evotion to all things 
 
 tending to 
 
 Happiness and Ideal Living 
 
 the z/i utbor is 
 
 indebted for many 
 
 of these 
 
 'Beaittiful Thoughts and 
 
 Inspirations 
 
Foreword 
 
 The object of publishing this collec- 
 tion of "remembrances" is not for the 
 purpose of seeing them in print, but 
 the great desire to help inculcate in the 
 minds of my readers the thought of 
 how much we may help each other 
 through life and make it brighter and 
 better by remembering anniversaries. 
 The writer has derived more happiness 
 from these "little things" than he 
 could measure up, and knows what joy 
 it has given those who were "remem- 
 bered." If the author can only add 
 one convert to the list, he will consider 
 himself rewarded for sending forth this 
 little book. 
 
 A bunch of flowers 
 
 And a line or two 
 For " someone' s day," 
 
 Brings joy to you. 
 
t/lnniversary Remembrances 
 
[Mothers IDay 
 
 Tis Mothers' Day! oh, sacred word, 
 The sweetest one we've ever heard; 
 There's no one here on earth, I know. 
 Whose heart is not at all aglow 
 When Mother's voice rings in your ears 
 And helps to gladden passing years. 
 
 'Tis Mothers' Day! oh, what joy 
 I do recall when just a boy! 
 There is no sweeter sight to see 
 Than a little child at mother's knee, 
 With laughter, smiles and happiness. 
 Climbing to quiet restfulness. 
 
 When sickness comes, who never 
 
 sleeps — 
 But like a sentinel strict vigil keeps? 
 Mother! 
 
Whose listening ear awaits the gate, 
 For boy or girl, although so late? 
 Mother! 
 
 Who shares the joy and sorrow, too; 
 Forgets herself, — but thinks of you? 
 Mother! 
 
 All Mother asks for in return 
 Is that her children each shall learn 
 To live the life of truth and love. 
 And revere her sweet name far above. 
 
 "God bless Mother," make our prayer, 
 In loving memory everywhere. 
 Then don our smile — it is worth while. 
 For Mothers' Day — all honor! 
 Bring her flowers, in fragrant showers, 
 And love her till tomorrow. 
 
Wedding '^ells 
 
 The bells ring out tonight — 
 Just for two; 
 
 With a message clear and light — 
 Joy to you. 
 
 May each anniversary bring 
 
 Memories sweet; 
 
 And happier make the "ring" — 
 Love that's deep. 
 
 The bells ring out tonight — 
 
 Oh, glorious sound; 
 May health, and all that's bright, 
 
 For you abound ; 
 And friends, for Auld Lang Syne, 
 
 Take thy hand. 
 With best wishes — thee and thine. 
 
 Throughout the land. 
 
The Silver Wedding 
 aA nniversary 
 
 May the Silver bring the Golden, 
 
 And the scenes along the way 
 Abound with smiles and sunshine, 
 
 For happiness each day; 
 May love and peace be always yours. 
 
 As hand in hand you clasp; 
 For "Hearts of Oak" will always prove 
 
 True blue until the last. 
 
The Golden Wedding 
 
 We are gathered here today to congrat- 
 ulate and honor two "young people" 
 who started out in life together fifty 
 years ago before the altar of God and 
 pledged their troth, each to the other, 
 to "love and cherish" until life doth 
 end. It is our great privilege to be 
 present and see how sacred they have 
 kept those promises of "fifty years 
 ago." Turn the picture back a few 
 years and we see them blessed with 
 children, each doing their part nobly 
 to raise them up in the path of right- 
 eousness, and we thank God that those 
 children stand today an honor to their 
 parents and their country. It would 
 not be possible to pen my feelings on 
 this glorious occasion because there is 
 not a more beautiful picture in our 
 journey through the forest of this life 
 than two true and brave hearts that 
 have traveled "together" from "sweet- 
 
hearts" to "friends," from "friends" to 
 "chums," and then on to "dear old 
 sweethearts," until they have reached 
 the crowning day, "The Golden Wed- 
 ding." As they turn their memories 
 back and listen to the chimes of those 
 wedding bells of long ago, we see them 
 lifting their hearts in thankfulness for 
 many blessings, and also that they are 
 "hand in hand" and "heart in heart." 
 What an inspiration and sermon their 
 lives should be to those of us who are 
 starting where they commenced, and 
 to those of us who are "farther along." 
 How much brighter and happier the 
 world would be if we could only have 
 more of these beautiful celebrations. 
 
 Let us keep sacred our vow, "to love 
 and cherish," as they have, and as we 
 congratulate our honored "Golden 
 Bride and Groom," bid them God- 
 speed. 
 
Our Golden Wedding IJay 
 
 O, Golden Day of wedded life! 
 'Tis fifty years I've called thee wife. 
 The time has sped 'midst care and joy; 
 Methinks I were again a boy, 
 Wooing thee, as in those days of old, 
 When thy tresses were a wreath of 
 gold, 
 
 And the glow of youth upon 
 thy cheek. 
 
 Time's gentle hand hath touched thy 
 
 head, 
 And left its mark with silver thread; 
 But sweeter grows "old love's sweet 
 
 song," 
 As hand in hand we pass along. 
 You've been to me through all these 
 
 years, 
 My only sweetheart, that time endears, 
 With the smile of love upon 
 thy cheek. 
 
Tonight I repeat those words to thee: 
 "To love and cherish" vvhate'er may 
 
 be. 
 You brought me happiness — and 
 
 crowning joys 
 With one sweet girl, two bonnie boys; 
 And to hear those little voices call 
 'Mother, dear," was the best of all, 
 
 With a look of peace upon thy 
 cheek. 
 
 Hre we go, dear, to join the throng 
 In merry laughter and joyous song; 
 With heart so light, staunch and true, 
 I raise my glass and drink to you: 
 "Good health, dear heart, till the jour- 
 ney's run." 
 And now I salute thee — the prize I 
 won — 
 
 With a kiss of love upon thy 
 cheek. 
 
U\4 other's "Birthday 
 
 We bring to you the sweetest flowers 
 
 Our loving hearts could find, 
 And kindest thoughts for one whose 
 love 
 We hold, and closer bind — 
 
 Mother. 
 
 Our memories wander back to years 
 
 So swiftly left behind; 
 And see the one unselfish love — 
 
 Whose heart was always kind — 
 
 Mother. 
 
 We pray tonight that every path 
 May lead to peace and rest; 
 
 And year by year with happiness 
 May you be doubly blest — 
 
 Mother. 
 
IMy Wife's "Birthday 
 
 'I'he morn breaks o'er the earth; 
 
 Our hearts with thee rejoice 
 In gladness for this day — 
 
 The birthday of my choice. 
 
 The birds in fullest song, 
 
 Sing sweetly unto thee; 
 Their note a joyful one — 
 
 "May this day happy be." 
 
 The flowers salute thee, too, 
 in brightest, prettiest dress; 
 
 With beauty and sweet perfume. 
 For my dearest one — the best. 
 
 The children bring their posies, too, 
 In happiness, bright and gay; 
 
 With little hearts of love and cheer 
 For many happy returns today. 
 
^fy Friend's 'birthday 
 
 Greetings, this morn, old friend, true, 
 Best wishes and thoughts today for 
 
 you; 
 Out into the great forest of life, 
 Lending a hand 'gainst sorrow and 
 
 strife; 
 
 Bright be your smile, firm be your 
 
 step. 
 Steadfast in purpose, sincerity kept. 
 Leading from darkness, showing the 
 
 light, 
 Making life's battle each day more 
 
 bright. 
 
 Give me your hand, I give you mine; 
 Long may our hearts in friendship 
 
 twine; 
 So I greet you, old friend, true. 
 With many happy returns to you. 
 
IM other s birthday 
 
 'In happy moments, day by day," 
 May smiling health light up thy 
 cheek; 
 
 And for Bonnie Annie Laurie" 
 We're here today to greet. 
 
 "Her face it is the fairest," 
 
 And warms old friendship's heart; 
 The Girl 1 left behind me," 
 We ne'er from her will part. 
 
 Hearts are light and life seems 
 bright," 
 
 When Mother's 'round the Home; 
 it's a long, long way to Tipperary," 
 
 And we do not like to roam. 
 
 'Should auld acquaintance be forgot?" 
 Well, not while we are here; 
 
"Where my heart is, I am going," 
 Because 'tis Mother, dear. 
 
 "Three cheers for the Red, White and 
 Blue," 
 With many happy returns to you; 
 "We'll take a cup o' kindness yet," 
 And we're very glad we knew. 
 
 ^Mothers Smile 
 
 There are smiles that last a minute. 
 
 And then quickly fade away; 
 There are smiles that make you shiver, 
 
 Like wind on a stormy day; 
 There are smiles that make you doubt- 
 ful. 
 
 As you watch them weakly play; 
 But the smile that Mother gave me, 
 
 Is the smile I know will stay. 
 
Grandma's birthday 
 
 (This acrostic was written for an old lady who had been 
 blind for ten years.) 
 
 Today we greet \'ou, grandma, dear, 
 On the anniversary of your eightieth 
 year; 
 
 God grant that you may always hear 
 A'ich voices, with their kindly cheer. 
 And the patter of those little feet, 
 A'e'er to let sweet memories sleep. 
 Day by day may happy thoughts 
 yl/usic bring in silent hour, 
 And give peace beyond our power. 
 
Christmas Greetings 
 
"Little Greetings" 
 To lA^Iy "Grown-Up" Friends 
 
 Little drops of Kindness, 
 
 Scattered along the way. 
 Gives pleasure to the sower, 
 
 And brings a brighter day. 
 
 Little thoughts for Fellowship 
 Will pay "one hundred per," 
 
 And help you in your daily life, 
 So send — without demur. 
 
 Little Smiles will always grow — 
 So never let one "slide" — 
 
 And "little things" all help to make 
 A joyous Christmas-tide. 
 
 Little drops of Friendship 
 
 Run through these lines to you; 
 
 And wishes for your happiness 
 in years both Old and New. 
 
The Christmas Tree 
 
 Where are sweeter memories found 
 Than when the family's gathered 
 'round 
 
 The Christmas Tree. 
 
 Each one wants to have a part 
 To gladden some child's little heart 
 At the Christmas Tree. 
 
 When Christmas morn is ushered in, 
 Each child's ready with a vim 
 
 For the Christmas Tree. 
 
 Looking round with eager eye, 
 Trying the lovely things to spy 
 
 On the Christmas Tree. 
 
 How they dance with wondrous joy. 
 When each one gets some pretty toy 
 From the Christmas Tree. 
 
Let's cherish the pleasant hours we 
 
 found 
 When loved ones each year gathered 
 
 'round 
 
 The Christmas Tree. 
 
 With joyous wish: "good health, good 
 
 cheer," 
 And may we meet again next year 
 At the Christmas Tree. 
 
 Greetings 
 
 May the "spark" of good health, 
 prosperity, and happiness "electrify" 
 your whole being, "light" up the win- 
 dows of your soul with contented 
 smiles, and bring to you many con- 
 stant and sincere friends. 
 
^fy Wish to You 
 
 A bill of Health— 
 A gift most dear — 
 
 Each day, each week, 
 Each month, each year. 
 
 A heart that's light; 
 
 A friend that's true; 
 Each year that's Old, 
 
 Each year that's New. 
 
 A hand that's firm — 
 A thought that's kind — 
 
 Each one with love 
 Each other bind. 
 
 Let us be old-fashioned and cherish 
 "the old, old spirit" — the Christmas 
 spirit — love, contentment, happiness — 
 and scatter a little more "peace and 
 goodwill among men" each year as we 
 journey on. 
 
Just Count (Me In 
 
 When the holly hangs within the Hall, 
 
 And the house is bright and gay; 
 When the tree is trimmed with dainty 
 things 
 For a happy Christmas day — 
 
 Just count me in. 
 
 When the children's voices mingle 
 
 In joy and sweet delight; 
 When all is peace and harmony 
 
 For a happy Christmas night — 
 Just count me in. 
 
 When happy thoughts will bring to you 
 
 A smile for every day; 
 When a word or two of cheer will help 
 
 Along life's varied way — 
 
 Just count me in. 
 
When the chimes ring out the year 
 that's old 
 And ring in the year that's new; 
 When you check your list of steadfast 
 friends, 
 Who wish the best for yours and 
 you — 
 
 Just count me in. 
 
 For d/Iuld Lang Syne 
 
 An old-time thought I send to you, 
 For Auld Lang Syne and aye: 
 
 i wish that you may happy be 
 This coming Christmas Day! 
 
 May health, the best, upon you wait 
 Each day that follows on; 
 
 And with the New Year's open gate. 
 May life be one sweet song! 
 
''Old Friends'' 
 
 In the quiet hours of eventide, 
 When the lights so dimly shine, 
 
 Sometimes you sit and ponder things, 
 And kind o' look behind. 
 
 You see the loaded Christmas tree. 
 And hear the pattering feet 
 
 Of children who are now grown up. 
 And once again you greet 
 
 That happy band of smiling health. 
 
 As in the days of yore — 
 Although those days have long since 
 passed, 
 
 You treasure more and more. 
 
 And as each Christmas comes around, 
 
 Its spirit comes to you — 
 You sit and ponder over things. 
 
 And think of friendships true. 
 
>'()u see old faces gather round 
 With laughter and with smile; 
 
 ^'ou catch the spirit in the air, 
 And hope 'twill hold awhile. 
 
 \'ou hear the strains of "Auld Lang 
 Syne" 
 
 Wafted out through the night, 
 And long for the "cup o' kindness yet" 
 
 That kept your heart so light. 
 
 And then the picture fades away. 
 But your memory "carries on/' 
 
 And as you ponder over things, 
 Your heart fills up with song. 
 
 And so you sit and meditate 
 At the close of each short year, 
 
 Alone in the quiet eventide 
 And feel "old friends" so near. 
 
Just a Smile 
 
 (Written for Christmas at the Close of the Great World 
 War. 1918.) 
 
 Just a smile at Christmastide, 
 
 To brush the clouds away; 
 Just a thought for other folk, 
 
 To bring a brighter day. 
 Just a word of cheer for you 
 
 To pass on through the land; 
 Just a line across the sea 
 
 To praise our brave boys' stand. 
 Just pass the smile as days go by, 
 
 To start the year anew; 
 Just keep the home fires burning 
 
 To bring "our boys" to you. 
 
 Now the war is o'er and peace has 
 
 come, 
 Heralded in with beat of drum. 
 And martial strains of music, too, 
 Bringing the joyful news to you. 
 
Those wondrous words will ring again : 
 "Peace on earth, goodwill to men"; 
 And o'er each face a smile will rest 
 Whose heart speaks out: "I did my 
 best!" 
 
 Greetings 
 
 With a little piece of paper, 
 
 And a little drop of ink, 
 1 low close we come together, 
 
 To help each other think. 
 
 It only takes a minute 
 7\) write a line or two — 
 
 But it warms up rusty memories. 
 And makes them bright and new. 
 
 So 1 take this piece of paper, 
 With a little drop of ink. 
 
And write it down for Friendship, 
 To tell you what I think. 
 
 I think of you in Springtime, 
 When the trees their leaves unfold, 
 
 And the earth puts on its gladness 
 With flowers from blue to gold. 
 
 I think of you in Summer, 
 When the harvest's ripe again. 
 
 And the busy reaper's happy song 
 Rings out in sweet refrain. 
 
 I think of you in Autumn, 
 When nature sheds her dress; 
 
 When withered leaves begin to fall. 
 To give the trees a rest. 
 
 And then again at Christmas 
 My thoughts go out to you, 
 
 And wish you all the smiling health 
 With every morn anew. 
 
(^'^ Prayer for Peace 
 
 O, mighty God, in faith and trust, 
 Unite all nations, that swords may 
 
 rust; 
 Lift up men's hearts with love for 
 
 good, 
 And bring the world to Brotherhood. 
 The greed for gold has wrung the 
 
 earth; 
 But now, O God, bind to our girth 
 Love for Peace, and love for work; 
 Teach us all 'tis sin to shirk. 
 Help men rise from war's desolation. 
 And come to Thee for consecration. 
 
The Higher Thought 
 
Thought 
 
 O, Thought, thou art a sacred thing. 
 When used to strengthen friendship's 
 
 kin! 
 Mighty is thy power for good — 
 For Peace and Justice — and thou could 
 Bring each man's heart to beat aright. 
 And make this world a field of Light. 
 Shut off the dark and evil Thought, 
 That's both despair and misery 
 brought. 
 
 O, precious Thought, how can'st thou 
 
 heed 
 The voice of hatred, murder, greed? 
 Why waste God's glorious gift on 
 
 gloom, 
 To make life's journey a living tomb? 
 Happiness will everywhere abound 
 With cheerful, helpful Thought 
 
 around. 
 Light up your mind, both day and 
 
 night. 
 
With loving, hopeful Thought for 
 right. 
 
 O, noble Thought, fill full the heart 
 With kindness for a manly part; 
 Help to uplift the fallen man; 
 Extend to him a brother's hand; 
 Give thy strength to make him stand 
 Upright, happy, courageous, grand — 
 
 Turn thy Thought to the rising sun; 
 
 For peace on earth, "Thy will be 
 done!" 
 
 Happy 'Days 
 
 Breathe of the morning sunshine, 
 Drink of the air so fresh ! 
 
 Smile with the budding flowerlet, 
 Twill bring you perfect rest. 
 
 Pray as the morn is dawning. 
 Pray as the dewdrops fall. 
 
 Pray when the sun is setting, 
 Prav for faith at the call. 
 
The Spirit of Life 
 
 Is your life what you wish? 
 Do you catch the fresh kiss 
 That God sends with the breeze each 
 morn? 
 Salute the sweet flower, 
 That makes earth such a bower, 
 And give thanks to him that you're 
 born. 
 
 Good deeds will bring peace; 
 
 Kind thoughts will increase 
 Your happiness day after day; 
 
 Get all that is good — 
 
 God intended you should — 
 Put His Spirit into your clay. 
 
SJmll We "Be Up and T>oing? 
 
 Shall we be up and doing 
 To right the wrongs today; 
 
 Or shall we be indifferent, 
 Like lumps of moulded clay? 
 
 What would Christ be doing? 
 
 Let's ponder o'er that thought. 
 Shall we follow in His footsteps. 
 
 Or let His Word be naught? 
 
 Shall we sleep while the world trembles 
 
 For men to put it right? 
 Shall we let its glory wither 
 
 And be wanting in His sight? 
 
 Come! Be up and doing; 
 
 Find men to lead us out. 
 Work to install His spirit 
 
 And clear away men's doubt. 
 
 The world is full of beauty; 
 
 If we bring men to see 
 That God is Love, Faith and Hope, 
 
 And draw near unto Thee. 
 
The Whistling Parson 
 
 He had the Spirit of Morning 
 As he went whistling 'long; 
 
 And once in a while, with contented 
 smile, 
 His voice arose in song. 
 
 The morn was damp and heavy. 
 The people looked solemn and glum ; 
 
 But he had the Spirit of Morning, 
 The faith of the Risen Son. 
 
 His mind was on his people, 
 Wishing that he might bring 
 
 Each one the Spirit of Morning; 
 With him His praises sing. 
 
 His face lights up with sunshine; 
 
 He enters the sick-room door 
 With the Master's message of faith 
 and hope. 
 
 Life eternal evermore. 
 
The labor of love is seen in his face; 
 
 Cheer and comfort to everyone! 
 I le goes on his rounds with joyful song, 
 
 And the words, "Thy Will be done!" 
 
 May you meet the whistling parson 
 With a smile on his happy face, 
 
 And catch the Spirit of Morning 
 Sent from the Lord of Grace. 
 
 ^ear to U^ature 
 
 Beautiful flowers and fruit of God, 
 Drawn by the sun from 'neath the sod; 
 Here will 1 stand and watch you grow. 
 That 1 may learn the best to sow. 
 Here will I watch your leaves unfold. 
 And in my hands your beauty hold; 
 Your blossoms cheer the lonesome 
 
 heart 
 And ofttimes teach us how to start 
 The higher thought for God-like mind. 
 And leave material things behind. 
 
The Wandering "Boys Return 
 
 (The writer of these Mnes wishes he had the 
 power to bring back many "a wandering boy" 
 to the heart of the sorrowful mother, and give 
 her happiness and peace.) 
 
 Mother, I'm far away tonight 
 
 From thy confidence, love and joy; 
 
 And I hear your dear old voice call out : 
 "Oh, where is my wandering boy?" 
 
 You taught me, in that long ago, 
 The path I ought to tread; 
 
 But I heeded not those loving words 
 Till I was almost dead. 
 
 Mother, dear, I plead in anguish 
 For the cause of all thy pain; 
 
 Oh, mother, speak! give me a chance 
 To prove myself a man again. 
 
 I wander back to childhood's time, 
 And picture days of happy bliss; 
 
 I truly want to make amends. 
 Receive again my mother's kiss. 
 
Turn not from me, mother dear; 
 
 I've paid the price, and now will rise 
 To work, to earn, through every year, 
 
 Thy dearest love — man's greatest 
 prize. 
 
 Bid me come — here let me kneel 
 On bended knee, and raise my voice 
 
 In prayer to God, as when a child — 
 You taught me how — and I'll re- 
 joice. 
 
 There is no one upon this earth, 
 Can fill your place, my mother dear; 
 
 And all I ask is strength to prove 
 My love for thee — the past to clear. 
 
 Those silver threads upon thy head 
 Shall be revered in memory sweet; 
 
 Just take my hand, as when a boy, 
 And show the path — I'll truly keep. 
 
 Mother, dear, shed not those tears! 
 
 Dry your eyes — forget the past — 
 And turn your thoughts to happy years 
 
 With love from me until the last. 
 
"Baby 
 
 Lying in your cosy cradle, 
 
 Kicking up your feet, 
 Smiling, blessed little baby. 
 
 Innocent and sweet. 
 
 Lying in your cosy cradle, 
 
 Chewing on your ring, 
 Oh, wondrous little baby, 
 
 What happiness you bring. 
 
 Lying in its cosy cradle, 
 
 We hear a soft, fresh coo 
 Just before the dawn of day — 
 
 'Tis baby calling you. 
 
 And as we tiptoe gently o'er 
 
 To see if babe's awake. 
 We catch the sweetest morning smile, 
 
 And in our arms we take 
 
 That little babe with fingers cold, 
 But eyes of sparkling mirth, 
 
 Caressing it with tenderness. 
 Because we know its worth. 
 
Our ^aby 
 
 "A tiny feather from the wing of love, dropped into the 
 sacred lap of Motherhood." 
 
 Our home today is full of joy! 
 The "king's" arrived — a bouncing boy! 
 You ought to see the chubby chap, 
 As he lays and kicks on nurse's lap. 
 
 He has no teeth, his head is bald; 
 Frank Gordon the baby's name is 
 
 called; 
 And he is the "cutest" thing 
 That "anyone" has ever seen. 
 
 Mother looks on so calm, serene; 
 Wishing, perhaps, it was a "queen"; 
 But father says, with a happy smile: 
 "This boy will do — for a little while." 
 
 Let's love this dearest, grandest gift, 
 From God's great natural law; 
 
 And watch o'er him with tender care, 
 Belov'd and cherished by us all. 
 
May this tiny feather from the wing of 
 love, 
 
 With all its wondrous beauty. 
 Lead us on in the righteous path 
 
 Of honor, love, and duty. 
 
 1^ 
 dainty Little '^aby 
 
 Dainty little shoelets, 
 Made for thy tiny feet. 
 
 By loving hands so tender. 
 To make you look so neat. 
 
 Dainty little tootsies. 
 Encased in pretty shoes; 
 
 Nothing could be sweeter 
 As baby lies and coos. 
 
 Dainty little darling. 
 Mother's love and joy; 
 
 God's great gift and blessing. 
 Our dear baby boy. 
 
Lookmg West 
 
 In the evening of life 
 
 We review the past years; 
 We welcome the smiles, 
 
 And dismiss all our fears; 
 We look t'ward the West 
 
 As the sun sinks aglow, 
 And see there a vision — 
 
 And, in wisdom, we know 
 That out o'er the valley 
 
 Is the place where we rest — 
 To live on forever — 
 
 In peace with the blest. 
 
cMiscellaneous 
 
Send a (Message With 
 Flowers 
 
 (The following is a suggestion lo send anyone whom you 
 know to be sick in the hospital.) 
 
 My dear friend: 
 
 I sincerely hope that you may reap 
 a lasting benefit from the treatment 
 here, and regain perfect health. Try 
 to help yourself by helping others. 
 We appreciate our friends when we are 
 sick and helpless, and long for the 
 smile that cheers and a word of en- 
 couragement. How our face lights up 
 with joy when someone places a 
 bouquet of flowers beside our bed, and 
 how thankful we are to the sender. 
 
 Some of us are more fortunate than 
 others — we have friends and flowers, 
 but there are some in this hospital who 
 have not a friend to call or anyone to 
 send them a reflection of God's beauty 
 — a bouquet of flowers — therefore let 
 us share our good fortune with them. 
 
The writer, from doing what he is 
 asking you to do, knows what happi- 
 ness there is in sending a few flowers 
 to someone who is sick and lonesome 
 in another part of the hospital. The 
 message of thankfulness brought back 
 by your nurse will help you. Try it. 
 
 The sending of flowers as suggested 
 will mean a threefold happiness — hap- 
 piness to you, happiness to the friends 
 who sent them to you, and a great 
 happiness to the lonesome soul you 
 send them to. 
 
 Send the verses with your flowers — 
 they were written in the hospital dur- 
 ing sickness. 
 
 With sincere wishes for your speedy 
 recovery and hoping you may enjoy 
 many happy hours by trying to shed a 
 little sunshine where it is needed. 
 
 Very sincerely, 
 
Flowers 
 
 These flowers of the forest 
 Were sent to the florist, 
 
 Then love sent them on to me; 
 I pass them along 
 With heart full of song, 
 
 That others their beauty may see. 
 
 Sweet flowers bring sunshine 
 in sickness, in health time; 
 
 And smiles to the lonesome, too; 
 They reflect God's glory. 
 And tell us a story. 
 
 In various colors, so true. 
 
 Let us cherish the flowers 
 From God's beautiful bowers, 
 
 And learn the lesson they teach: 
 That life is worth living — 
 For the pleasure of giving 
 
 Brings happiness, if we reach. 
 
zAlice, I'vi Waiting for Thee! 
 
 Do you remember the day we first met, 
 dear, 
 "In the garden of old-fashioned 
 roses?" 
 The birds' sweetest song brought love 
 to the scene, 
 As you stood with your arms full of 
 posies, 
 ^'our hair it was golden, and blown to 
 the breeze; 
 And your face, full of beauty untold, 
 Made a picture for me I ne'er shall 
 forget — 
 'Tis the one in my heart 1 still hold. 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 Alice! Alice! Alice, I'm waiting for 
 thee! 
 I'll wait till the sun goes down in the 
 west, 
 
Till the silvery moon rises high o'er 
 
 the crest; 
 I'll come again, dear, in the spring 
 
 of the year. 
 And whisper this message of love in 
 
 your ear: 
 Alice! Alice! Alice, I'm waiting for 
 
 thee! 
 
 I met you again when the trees were in 
 bloom — 
 When the fragrance of Spring filled 
 the air; 
 I told you my thoughts had been 
 "Ever of Thee," 
 And I asked you my fortune to 
 share. 
 We strolled through the orchard in 
 perfect delight 
 Until the sun went down in the 
 west; 
 Then you lifted your face with the 
 happiest smile. 
 And I knew that my love had been 
 blest. 
 
Let us cherish the days long since 
 passed away — 
 And the years that so happy have 
 been; 
 Let us turn back the pages and live 
 once again 
 Amidst the scene of our 'Love's 
 Young Dream." 
 There's naught to regret, dear, so let 
 our hands clasp — 
 With each heart beating true, as of 
 old;— 
 And I'll sing to you, dear, those words 
 you so loved 
 When your tresses were sparkling 
 with gold. 
 
On the Russian River 
 
 We look out o'er the river, 
 
 And take its beauty in ; 
 We walk out through the orchard, 
 
 Far from the city's din. 
 
 We sail along the water; 
 
 We look in Nature's glass; 
 And there we see reflected 
 
 The things we know will last. 
 
 We see the glorious sunshine 
 And feel its presence warm; 
 
 To heal the tired and weary, 
 Restore the most forlorn. 
 
 We stroll out in the moonlight, 
 Among the redwood trees, 
 
 And feel the breath of heaven 
 Which God sends with the breeze; 
 
We stand and watch the twilight 
 As it changes into night; 
 
 And we wonder — and we wonder 
 Why all things are not right. 
 
 If we would study nature. 
 
 With good thoughts in our hearts, 
 1 know we'd say: "God is Love," 
 
 And strive to do our part. 
 
 So glide along the river, 
 
 And look in Nature's glass — 
 
 You'll see things there reflected 
 That will forever last; 
 
 See the heavens, the stars, the moon- 
 Which man can never mar; — 
 
 And bring you thoughts of higher 
 things 
 Before you "cross the bar." 
 
To IMy Grandson 
 
 Good morning, little sunshine, 
 Won't you call on me today? 
 
 There's lots of things I'll say to you 
 If you will come my way. 
 
 But 1 suppose you're very busy 
 In the sandbox or the yard; 
 
 Now have a care, my little boy, 
 And do not play too hard. 
 
 Don't paint up all the pictures. 
 Or run your horse too fast; 
 
 'Cause Grandpa wants to have a ride. 
 So please to make him last. 
 
 "Play ball!" you little rascal. 
 
 And do not run away; 
 Then Grandpa sure will see you — 
 
 Well, almost any day. 
 
The ''Ness" Calendar 
 
 Follow out 
 
 the thought for each 
 
 month and it 
 
 will prove the great 
 
 Helpfulness which you so much de- 
 
 sire. 
 
 
 January-,,-. 
 
 Hopefulness 
 
 February... 
 
 Cheerfulness 
 
 March 
 
 Willingness 
 
 April 
 
 Thoughtfulness 
 
 May 
 
 Friendliness 
 
 June 
 
 Fearlessness 
 
 July 
 
 Earnestness 
 
 August .... 
 
 .... Mirthfulness 
 
 September 
 
 Tenderness 
 
 October 
 
 Lovingness 
 
 November. 
 
 Righteousness 
 
 December Happiness 
 
Patriotic Poems 
 
 (Wrillen dining the time America was engaged in the 
 World War.) 
 
Our battle Cry 
 
 Ring out, ring out! America! 
 
 With Wilson's message clear! 
 Let everyone who loves this land 
 
 Shout "Freedom" far and near. 
 We give our hands, our hearts, our 
 lives 
 
 At our country's earnest call, 
 To break the band of mighty kings 
 
 Who trammel Freedom's laws 
 
 Democracy! our battle cry, 
 
 Shall ring throughout the world! 
 For Liberty and Brotherhood 
 
 Our flag we hold unfurled. 
 Our fathers fought that we might live 
 
 As free men through and through — 
 Democracy! our battle cry, 
 
 Beneath Old Glory, true! 
 
 Ring out, ring out! America! 
 
 And when the cannons cease. 
 Democracy will sweep the world, 
 
 And bring a lasting peace. 
 
Stretch forth our hands across the sea 
 
 With ideals in our heart; 
 And in the fight for Liberty, 
 
 Each take a noble part. 
 
 (tA vierica and Freedom 
 
 "Rally round the Flag," boys, 
 
 For Freedom and for Right; 
 They've taunted us enough, boys. 
 
 And now we mean to fight. 
 Don't wait another day, boys. 
 
 But put the khaki on; 
 A.nd as we march for Uncle Sam, 
 
 Make this our marching song: 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 America and Freedom, 
 
 Beneath the Stars and Stripes! 
 America and Manhood 
 
 Have always won our fights! 
 America and Brotherhood, 
 
 Our cry from sea to sea! 
 America and Unity! 
 
 Long may it ever be. 
 
"Rally round the Flag," boys, 
 
 Old Glory's floating high; 
 And now it's up to you, boys, 
 
 To keep it in the sky. 
 Let's fight for Truth and Honor 
 
 Beneath our banner, true! 
 "The Stars and Stripes Forever" 
 
 Means Liberty for you. 
 
 For Liberty 
 
 Your boy and my boy, 
 
 in the khaki and the blue, 
 Will fight beneath Old Glory 
 
 For country and for you. 
 With pride they pace the stormy deck. 
 
 Or dig the trenches deep, 
 That we at home may happy be. 
 
 And Freedom always keep. 
 
 Your boy and my boy. 
 In the khaki and the blue. 
 
 Are fighting for our Allied cause 
 To start the world anew. 
 
So let's be up and doing 
 
 Every hour each day for them, 
 
 And not forget we owe our lives 
 To Sons of Freedom's men. 
 
 America is calling you 
 
 In this, her hour of need. 
 To stand behind and ready, 
 
 Where'er the flag may lead. 
 No matter what we all may do; 
 
 What sacrifice we make; 
 'Tis worth it — yes, a thousand times — 
 
 Our Liberty's at stake. 
 
 The iMinute Men — a sturdy band — 
 
 With hearts as pure as gold, 
 Will guard the home for Uncle Sam, 
 
 And never grow too old. 
 They'll "Keep the home fires burn- 
 ing," 
 
 And hunt out every spy; 
 And make you do your duty, too, 
 
 Or know the reason why. 
 
Your boy and my boy, 
 
 In the khaki and the blue. 
 Will bring the old flag back again 
 
 With glory unto you. 
 But everyone must do his share. 
 
 So cut out every bluff — 
 And damned be he who first cries: 
 
 "Hold, I'm done, enough!" 
 
 The Yanks <tAre Coming 
 
 Our boys are coming over 
 
 To help your boys to fight! 
 To fight the Allies' cause, boys, 
 
 And struggle for the right. 
 The Flag of Freedom leads us. 
 
 With "Victory" for our song! 
 Our boys are coming over — 
 
 And we are coming strong. 
 
 Our boys are coming over! 
 
 We've seen the handless child; 
 We've seen the wounded crucified— 
 
 The Hun gone torture wild. 
 
We've seen brave France's ruined land, 
 
 Heroic Belgium's, too — 
 Our boys are coming over, 
 
 To fight 'long side o' you. 
 
 Our boys are coming over! 
 
 We salute as flags entwine, 
 And glory in your sturdiness 
 
 To hold the Allied line. 
 The orphan child, the sightless son, 
 
 Shall not cry out in vain; 
 Our boys are coming over. 
 
 The line with you to claim. 
 
 Our boys are coming over! 
 
 God grant that they may win : 
 Remove from earth the blighting curse, 
 
 Let "lasting peace" begin; 
 Let Freedom's banners wave as one 
 
 'Gainst mankind's foe — the Hun — 
 Our boys are coming over, 
 
 To "stick" till Victory's won. 
 
"Hearts of Oak" 
 
 Hearts of Oak will never bend, 
 But steadfast stand until the end; 
 Looking onward, upward, ever 
 Bringing nations close together. 
 Hearts of Oak are stout and strong, 
 And always fight for right 'gainst 
 
 wrong ; 
 So have no fear for Britain's men, 
 For Hearts of Oak will never bend. 
 
 Hearts of Oak, your deeds we know. 
 And when you're through we'll loyally 
 
 show 
 How we honor your wounded, dead; 
 To make life brighter where'er you 
 
 tread. 
 Brave Hearts of Oak, how gloriously 
 Your sons have fought on land and 
 
 sea; 
 The Allies in each foreign land 
 All welcome you with ready hand. 
 
Hearts of Oak we know will win, 
 With Uncle Sam now sailing in; 
 Then we'll hear — and gladly greet — 
 The Victory Song along the street. 
 Guide us, O God — our hearts keep 
 
 true 
 To the boys who fight for peace and 
 
 You; 
 For Hearts of Oak will never bend, 
 But fight for Truth until the end. 
 
 Lest You Forget 
 
 (A Message to the Boy Leaving for the Front.) 
 
 Listen, Boy! you're about to part 
 From the girl you call "my sweet- 
 heart;" 
 Her prayers will be, both day and 
 
 night. 
 For God's blessing, to lead you right; 
 Her thoughts will be far o'er the sea, 
 That she may watch and comfort thee. 
 
Should you in action have time to 
 
 pause — 
 When striking the blow for Freedom's 
 
 cause — 
 Just think of the girl you left behind, 
 So brave, no noble, gentle and kind. 
 
 Listen, Boy! keep this in your mind: 
 There's only one girl — you left behind, 
 Doing her bit for her boy far away. 
 Working so hard for your welfare each 
 
 day; 
 So keep her love deep in your heart, 
 'Twill give you strength to do your 
 
 part. 
 Think of the day when the Victory's 
 
 won. 
 And Uncle Sam greets you: "Boy, well 
 
 done!" 
 But the greatest reward of all will be. 
 Love's glad welcome from your girl to 
 
 thee. 
 
The Wanderer 
 
 (A Tribute to the Berkeley Defense Corps.) 
 
 I've wandered here and wandered 
 
 there. 
 In fact I've wandered everywhere; 
 But since I've wandered 'neath this 
 
 dome, 
 It seems as though I've wandered 
 
 home. 
 The welcome hand, the cheery smile — 
 'Tis worth while wandering many a 
 
 mile. 
 And then the songs we love to sing — 
 When our leader makes the rafters 
 
 ring- 
 Stir up the soul for the better life. 
 And help to kill all thought of strife. 
 Another thing that brings great joys 
 Is the way you stand behind the boys. 
 
With voice and purse you're always 
 
 there, 
 Ready to do an American's share. 
 And the loyalty to our Nation's flag 
 Warms my heart, and makes me glad. 
 I've wandered here and wandered 
 
 there. 
 Yet in all my wanderings anywhere 
 No better men have I ever met; 
 And wandering here I'll ne'er regret. 
 So I think I'll never wander more, 
 But work right here with the B. D. 
 
 Corps. 
 
The Fallen Soldiers 
 
 In Memoriam. 
 
 Immortal soldiers! Immortal men! 
 Your sacrifice brought Peace again; 
 Peace to the world for Brotherhood, 
 Because you fought and bled — yet 
 
 stood 
 Grimly facing the world's great curse, 
 Knowing full well 'twould be far worse 
 If you faltered in the withering stride 
 To save the world — to turn the tide. 
 
 Soldiers of Justice! Soldiers of Right! 
 Your righteousness has won the fight. 
 The world will honor your glorious 
 
 star 
 For the noble way you crossed the bar: 
 
No thought of self — 'twas a Christian 
 
 deed, 
 And by your act you've sown the seed 
 Of Brotherhood, goodwill to men. 
 That o'er the earth just peace might 
 
 reign. 
 
 Sleep on, beloved soldiers, sleep. 
 May the God of Peace your memory 
 keep. 
 
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